How did you get an enema from your mom or grandmother and not let them know how well you loved them

@Countrydr said,

Well I think the erection sort of gave the game away

That’s quite true. Both mom and grandma were no dummies. However, grandma was first to pick up on our enjoyment enemas. Mom on the other hand, didn’t like getting enemas herself, so wasn’t as quick to pick up on it as her mom or two younger sisters. Like us, moms two younger sisters liked their enemas, so whenever they gave us enemas, they didn’t miss a thing especially if it got hard.

I hated enemas as a child. My mom never gave me one, but her mother, my grandmother gave me plenty of enemas. She lived with us and my mother allowed her to decide when I needed one. I recall one time when I had the rare chance to observe my cousin getting an enema from grandma. I heard her getting her enema in the bathroom as I stood outside listening to Charlene cry as grandma was giving her an enema with an enema bag. My aunt, Charlene’s mom opened the door of the bathroom to check on Charlene, and because she left the door open I witnessed my cousin kneeling over the tub with an enema nozzle in her butt held by grandma. She was pleading and crying as the enema was being given. This was a real turn on for me, and I believe it began my journey into loving giving and receiving enemas and the erotic side of them

@enemaboy54

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My aunt, Charlene’s mom opened the door of the bathroom to check on Charlene, and because she left the door open I witnessed my cousin kneeling over the tub with an enema nozzle in her butt held by grandma. She was pleading and crying as the enema was being given. This was a real turn on for me, and I believe it began my journey into loving giving and receiving enemas and the erotic side of them.

That's enough to set me out on the same journey just reading about it. Thanks for sharing.

Do you see anything of Charlene now? Must be hard to say hello and not remember her enema!

Tom

I’ve seen Char over the years, and yes we talked about those days. She says she hates enemas, so it never affected her as it did me. She says grandma gave her enemas even when she wasn’t constipated. She had bad memories.

The first enema that I remember was given by my mother when I was approximately four years old. I was positioned over her lap while she sat on the toilet. She used a small bulb syringe, filling it from the sink and inserting 2-3 bulbs full. My Grandmother and Aunt oversaw the process from the doorway. My mother continued to give me routine enemas (every 4-6 weeks)until I reached twelve years old. My Mother began using a fountain syringe with the standard enema tip around age eight.

I’ve relayed on other threads that my mother always diapered me after I expelled each enema to prevent any unfortunate leaks. I let her know I loved the enemas and diapers by being very submissive and docile, allowing mother to easily complete my treatment.

In truth I don't think I did hide it. Even younger I'd generally tolerate being given an enema very well and if asked how I was doing normally reply I was ok.

As I got older it was probably visible my reaction during being involuntary. The high number I took as I got older still probably cemented the notion enemas were something I enjoyed.

@Sopaysophie said,

In truth I don't think I did hide it… As I got older it was probably visible my reaction during being involuntary.

That’s something growing up, thankfully my siblings and I didn’t have to do. First off, from an early age, we were anal erotic and enemas scratched that itch. Along with rectal temperatures and digital rectal exams. Second, grandma was a retired RN, and I don’t think we could’ve fooled her if we’d tried. It was difficult to control our reactions, when a thermometer, finger, or rectal nozzle was inserted in our anus because it felt good. Third, when I was six when grandma taught moms two younger sisters personal hygiene, along with how to care for and give children enemas. Then gave the girls responsibility for our evening bath, including enemas and the occasional spanking. Once the girls started taking care of us, being only six years difference between us, they were more like siblings than aunts.

Unlike mom, her two sisters liked getting enemas as much as we did. When grandma taught them how to give children enemas, she used my brother and I as her subjects. So, from the beginning, the girls were aware we liked getting enemas. Once they started doing our evening bath along with their own, grandma would tell them when to do enemas. Saying something like, "Be sure and give yourselves and the kids a couple of enemas before getting in the shower." We learned from watching the girls give us and themselves enemas, that they not only liked getting enemas, but liked giving them as much as we liked getting them.

The girls always took their time getting us and themselves ready for an enema. For example: Going slow during the digital rectal exam before inserting an adult recital or long curved douche nozzle. Then, once they started the flow, they ran it slow, making it easier to take and hold a larger volume without getting cramps.

For both us and the girls, it was a win win arrangement. We learned a lot from them and they us. In a lot of respects, they were just as curious and innocent as we were. For example: When we had personal questions, as a rule, we approached the girls about them first.

In truth I don't think I did hide it. Even younger I'd generally tolerate being given an enema very well and if asked how I was doing normally reply I was ok.

As I got older it was probably visible my reaction during being involuntary. The high number I took as I got older still probably cemented the notion enemas were something I enjoyed.

Times go by, but the passion is still alive, i would mean !! - stay as you are, and enjoy all of it !!

Enemas were commonplace during my childhood. Most of my friends received enemas and most homes had enema bulbs used on the children were on display in the bathroom.

My enemas were mostly over my mom's or aunt's lap while they syringed me with a 4oz bulb many times until the solution was used. Around age ten I started to enjoy them and became excited knowing when one of my sisters or friend's sibling were receiving an enema. I never told anyone that I liked enemas.

I to this day enjoy a good solo enema.

I never told my Mom I loved them, but I did tell her that it was my preference for constipation relief. I did this by saying, "well they work right away and when they are over they are over and you feel so much better". At the time I told her everyone got enemas and they gave you a large soapy enema as soon as you were admitted to the hospital. My first large volume enema was when I was in the hospital for a tonsilectomy.

""n the bathroom as I stood outside listening to Charlene cry as grandma was giving her an enema with an enema bag. My aunt, Charlene’s mom opened the door of the bathroom to check on Charlene, and because she left the door open I witnessed my cousin kneeling over the tub with an enema nozzle in her butt held by grandma. She was pleading and crying as the enema was being given. This was a real turn on"

I had a similar experience when I was around 11 or so. My grandmother and mother took my brother into the bathroom, close the door, and proceeded to give him an enema. I was listening at the door and heard him begin to plead "stop, stop," I was so excited by this and have never forgotten it. I always wanted it to be me!

I never told my mom that I liked enemas but as I was approaching 10 years old and definitely liked getting enemas and I wasn’t really objecting to receiving them I think she figured it out because my inability to hide my erections was the reason my enemas from mom stopped.

  My anal fetish started with me as a young boy when my mother gave me bulb enemas

to help rid me of pinworms. She would slowly simmer herbs in a pot on the stove then

allow the pot to cool . She would bring that pot into the bathroom then call me , then

put me over her lap pulling my pants and underwear down. Then fill the bulb syringe 

inserting the nozzle into my anus then squeezing the contents into my lower bowl. 

   As I got older she would use her 2 quart enema bag filling it to the brim . Having

me kneel bending over with my ass in the air and insert the douche nozzle into

my asshole then releasing the clamp filling my colon with 2 quarts of healing herb

infused water. 

  Sometimes I would be put over her lap pulling down my pants and underwear then

part my butt cheeks exposing my asshole looking for any signs of pinworm infestation

then inserting glycerin suppositories deep in my asshole with her long fingers followed

by a large 2 quart soapsuds enema to clean out my Colon.  

  Eventually when everyone was out of the house I would fill my moms enema bag

and give myself solo enemas for my own pleasure stroking my penis till I ejaculated

squirting my semen all over then releasing my enema into the toilet.

  One day I found my Fathers plentiful  porno magazine stash underneath the flooring

in the attic. He even had pornography newspapers showing the enema culture and

explaining how to suck cock and lick your pussy and asshole and giving double 

balloon enemas to your spouse and children. That's when I started inserting carrots

and cucumbers up my asshole while masturbating and pleasuring myself into orgasm.

  One morning while delivering my newspapers I found a large douching syringe on

top of a trash can . Immediately I filled the syringe with water from a birdbath then hid

behind a garage pulling down my pants inserting the large douche nozzle into my

asshole and squeezing the contents into me causing me to take a large shit on the 

ground. All this was started by my mothers  infatuation with giving enemas to her 

children.

I was fascinated with anal insertion and made it very clear to my mother that I was obsessed and loved it. I used to do it a lot with neighborhood friends, and we used what was ever available, including twigs.

My mother caught us and yelled at me about it, not because I was inserting things, but because the twig could've damaged me.. I obsessively went around and talked to her about it, but once when she tried to give me an enema when I was about six, I threw such a fit that she backed down.

So there was no question that I loved insertion. I used to go in her closet and use a small round piece from a game and inserted it over and over. I also talked about insertion a lot to her.

I didn't get an enema from her until I was in junior high school. I was telling her that I was home sick and she insisted on it, filled the bag, and stood there and forced me to lie on my back. She did cover me with a towel and let me put it in. After a small amount of water, I clamped it and told her I couldn't take anymore. She left, and I finished the bag.

So there was no question that I loved it, but it was complicated